Chapter 507 – The Blood-Soaked White Coat.
‘I will become a great knight like my brother!’
The narrow space of his helmet was reflected in his blurred vision as Kihot opened his eyes in a daze as a voice seemed to echo in his head.
“…Were you asleep?”
Beyond his helmet, which narrowed his view like a bar, a table made of worn-out plywood and chairs framed with pitch-black iron were visible in the pale dawn light.
“Keueuuuuu, haha.”
I leaned against the chair and stretched to wake up my aching body a little, then got up. Clunk, clank, I opened the inn door and got out, with the sad sound of iron armor following my steps.
‘It’s humid.’
Is it because the rainy season has just ended? The early morning air was still humid and hazy. The street, where you couldn’t even see an inch ahead, seemed stained with an uncertain future.
-Clap.
Nevertheless, I will move on. Because he had a reason not to miss this routine.
“Are you alive?”
“Off.”
I arrived shortly after and when I tapped the knight’s shoulder three times, who was sprawled out on a bench, he let out a groan and quietly opened his mouth.
“In the western swamp?”
“There is a shadow that has pawned the light.”
Answering the question quietly, the knight lifted himself up with difficulty, his rusty armor creaking, and leaned against his bench. As Kihort sat down in the now empty space, a faint whisper came through his armor and helmet.
“You’re always diligent.”
“Yes. Is there any special news?”
Because he was the one in charge of retrieving information in this way.
“This year’s lily is called Carmen.”
“…Hey. I didn’t ask you that.”
As he spoke with an uneasy expression, a muffled laugh could be heard. Carmen has a reputation for being so terrible that few people know what she looks like.
“Hehe, I’m sorry. But didn’t you tell me to get some information, no matter how trivial?”
“Huh, okay. Just say it’s my fault and move on.”
“All right.”
Fortunately, it seems he was just joking and had no intention of taking the topic seriously. When it comes to Carmen, he has so many memories of swearing at her to the point of getting sick of her.
“It appears that the paladin from before is still detained.”
“Detaining a Holy Knight. Minos is quite bold too.”
Knowing the impact the Holy Land had on countless countries, it was impossible not to know how dangerous his actions were.
“Is it because of the story that the Demon King died and the owner of the Holy Land changed?”
“No way.”
How many years ago was it? An envoy from the Holy Land came and announced that Demon King Vargazet had died and the owner of the Holy Land had changed. But few people believed the story.
Quixote thought it might be possible, but ultimately assumed that the King of Beauty might be testing them, and the same would have been true of Minos.
Although he didn’t say it in words, he was noticeably cautious when dealing with the envoy from the Holy Land who had previously visited him.
“He is currently busy praising himself for making Pasifenia a country that surpasses the Holy Land. I guess he just thinks that news will be slow due to the distance.”
Or maybe you sincerely think so. Because Quixote had such a fierce conflict with Minos, it was possible to guess what he was thinking to some extent.
“Whew, now that I think about it, I don’t know how a minotaur like that could take over the presidency and maintain that position to this day.”
“It’s a Minotaur…”
Was it a monster with an aurochs head and a human body?
“He’s a real guy.”
“Even if there were, wouldn’t the seeds have dried a long time ago?”
Unfortunately, the Minotaur was not a real monster that existed in the past. It was simply a monster created by someone who was angry at Minos’ behavior and satirized him.
Aurochs are livestock raised for meat. Although it was a herbivore, it was famous for being a dirty and heartless animal. So stupid that even the owner doesn’t recognize it.
Therefore, even if they were raised as livestock, they were animals that had to be caught as if hunting to obtain meat. It became famous for attaching the head of an aurochs to the body of a human wearing the uniform Minos liked to wear and giving a speech.
“It’s a shame that you are no longer from this world. You would have been a good friend.”
By drawing such a picture and scattering it on the roadside, it was only natural that he would incur the wrath of Minos, so he disappeared without even a rat or a bird noticing.
“Who would have thought at the time that the Fuhrer would do something like that?”
By the time Quikhod found out about his condition, he had already died of exhaustion, dryness, and starvation due to indefinite detention.
“We were too naive.”
“…It wasn’t our fault.”
“In the end, we were the ones who made such a person the Fuhrer.”
Since they were ultimately citizens of Pasiphenia, it was an inevitable step for them to take responsibility together even if they did not participate. Ironically, that fact ended up creating a new type of king.
“Although he is called a Minotaur, he is a human who is adept at inciting the crowd.”
That is why he was able to seize real power and modify all the forces and foundations of the country to his liking. He was never someone you could look down on as stupid.
If they were really stupid, they wouldn’t have become such losers.
“Wasn’t it a problem because people were stupid?”
They have already pointed out the dangers and side effects of Minos’ policies and ideas. Nevertheless, they turned a blind eye to their words and ignored them simply because the dragon had not attacked them already.
“We were just one of them. Like most people in this country.”
The reality was that even if you criticized them for being gullible, you would face backlash. Everyone finds it difficult to admit their mistakes.
“What’s scarier is that Minos and those who follow him truly think they are right.”
They are truly making this country a paradise. They already knew how disastrous the consequences of faith and ignorance that reach the level of insanity can be.
“If there is no other news, wake up first.”
“There is news that the current head of the Bayets family is buying drugs.”
That was a fact that Quikhod already knew. Because of this, I had to do the unpleasant job of injecting drugs into the girl’s body even though she didn’t want to.
“It’s not like they do drugs for a day or two.”
“…That’s right.”
Parsiphenia was already a place where drugs could be easily obtained anywhere.
‘He probably can’t live a proper life either.’
Considering Bayets’ original status, it was a shabby result. After all, a person who did not know the appropriate amount had injected Heros in such a large amount from the beginning.
It looks like Pirika is just suffering at the moment. We can guess that he is not in a normal state either. It was almost as if he had used up all his luck just by not dying of shock.
“Someone wouldn’t do drugs, right?”
“It’s okay because they are strictly controlling it.”
If you take a quick look around, you can see the shadows of people lying here and there on the old floor or benches or sitting blankly looking at the sky, faintly reflected in the fog.
“Isn’t the armor uncomfortable?”
“It feels bad to be like this for a week. I hope my turn to use the inn comes soon.”
He smiled and nodded at his story.
“Then take a shot.”
“Haha, you keep your word.”
“Okay.”
That was when he returned to the inn.
“Oh my gosh!”
“Madam?”
When she heard the hostess’s voice coming from the second floor, she wondered if there was a problem, so she rushed up, but she soon found out what the cause was when she entered the room with the door open.
“This smell…”
That’s right, she was locked up all night, and the smell of the coop was thick in the air. Besides, she couldn’t have been unaware of where her mistress was looking.
“Oh my. I’ve covered all the mats.”
There, between Pirika’s legs, which was revealed as she removed the blanket, she could see that the bed mat was stained yellow. Likewise, it was impossible to notice when looking at her yellow-stained underwear.
“It might be because of the drugs.”
The inability to control urination was one of the many side effects of Heros.
“I know! I’m going to wash the child. Just ask for the mat.”
As the hostess carefully carried Pirika, supporting her head and legs, and headed towards her bathroom, Quikhot saw a mat that had been stained yellow.
“I drew a pretty grand map.”
He tried to remember where the spare mat was and lifted the blanket, but there was only a trace the size of the girl’s fist on the blanket. Even if it’s just a little bit, it ends up being stained with urine, so I’ll have to wash it anyway.
“Whew, does this mean we have to do this for another month?”
Quikhot helped Madame change her mat and looked at Pirica, who was lying down again.
“Witch…”
To him, witches were very complex beings. At least, this is especially true for those who have lived in Pasiphenia.
“In the end, we returned the favor with revenge.”
In the first place, Parsiphenia was a country created when witches were given permission to live in the land where they originally lived. Therefore, witches were free here and it became the home of many witches.
However, in current history, everything that witches originally gave was disparaged because of their greed. Even though it was they who helped and lent their wisdom when the dragon attacked.
‘It was probably to make all witches into slaves owned by the party.’
When Kikhote was lost in thought, he suddenly noticed the gaze and decided to check on the girl.
“Hehe…?”
“Are you out of your mind?”
Pirika fluttered her pure white eyelashes, revealing a dull white light.
